So there I was...

So there I was... back in the US not even five hours, after completing my first three week trip to Costa Rica.  That morning I had woken up at 3 30 am that to send off my first few chicas to the airport.  My other guide had asked me to push the button to close the gate behind the van on their way out.  In my sleepy state, I thought they had made it out... guess I was wrong.  Apparently I closed it right on the van!  He said he thought they had been hit by a car the noise was so loud.  Whoops number 1 of the day!  Never even got to see the damage... and I'm hoping I won't hear anymore about that whoops.  After all the chicas were off I had two flights and a four hour layover in Atlanta, and finally arrived back to my friend Brian's house after one o clock in the morning.  I rinsed off and layed down on his futon to go to sleep.  After such a long day my tooth was telling me to take it out, so I did, which is shitty because the whole three weeks I had been sleeping with it in, in fear of well, situations like the one I am about to explain.  Well, apparently peanut butter and grahmn crackers was a bad choice for a midnight snack.  I had set my tooth on my backpack next to the futon and when I woke up there was a dog burping in my face.  I immediately felt panicked and looked down to see that my fear had come to true.  My tooth was fucking gone!!!   I screamed things we don't need to discussed and immediately started searching, and fearing soon I would be searching through the dogs poop!  I walked into the other room and saw piece number one... then another... and then one of the dogs (the guilty one obviously) jumped up onto his favorite chew spot apparently, revealing the third piece with the tooth thankfully still in tacked.  The fourth and final piece is still out there, or maybe in there, and quite frankly I think Francis deserves a bit of a stomach ache!

Oh, it gets better don't worry.  For reasons I am not even sure of so don't ask, I asked my ex-boyfriend to accompany me to my drive to Las Vegas, which is where I will be starting my next trip from... in two days!  So, he was already waiting for me at the bus station when I was busy figuring out what the fuck I was going to do next... Oh and btw... I haven't seen him in over 7 years!!!  

Vegas... here we come, tooth in hand!

You really clean up nice.

Ever since I was a little kid the phrase "you clean up nice" has seemed to follow me where ever I go.  I was often mistaken for a boy growing up, so naturally when I was dragged to formal outings with my parents and forced to wear a dress people would say this to me often.  Even now when I "clean up" I´ve had friends, even roommates, walk right past me not even recognizing me.  Hearing this phrase again and again has taught a few valuable lessons: number one, I probably should make more of an effort to look nice, and number two, don´t take things personally.  Every second of every day we are faced with decisions.  And with each of these decisions, there comes a choice.  The beauty here lies in knowing we are FREE to choose.  For example, when people tell me I clean up nice I could choose to be pissed off and think that person is a total asshole, because they are implying that normally I look like a total dirt bag.  Or instead, I can choose to be grateful and say, thank you, and think they are simply telling me this because I do look nice. 

As I enter my 31st year of existence here in this ever so FREE country we live in, I feel truly blessed.  Blessed to live FREE, to be unattached,  to be unrestrained, and most importantly to be given the right to CHOOSE.  The more I travel, the more I realize how lucky we all are to simply be born into a country with so much freedom and so many rights.  Now don´t get me wrong, I´m not saying the United States of America is by any means perfect.  I am simply saying I am grateful to have been born here.

I am trying to make it a point to CHOOSE the sunnier side.  I guess you could say I´m trying to not only "clean up" my body but my mind as well.  All those toxic, monotonous, judgemental, antagonistic thoughts are only cluttering our beautiful minds.  By cleansing our patterns of thinking and ridding it of all that doesn´t serve us positively, we can move closer towards FREEDOM.

These thoughts can be difficult to let go, but we must not give up.  Keep a heart open heart and soon your mind will open too.  I am triple Taurus, and I guess you could say I´m a lot bit stubborn.  Letting go of things is not easy for me.  I always want to be in control, who doesn´t?  But one thing I have leaned by letting go of trying to control everything is that it has actually made things easier to control.  By letting go of my brain, by spiraling a bit out of control, and frequently loosing my mind, I have actually found more control, more stability, and more groundedness.  Remember, Getting lost is a part of this beautiful journey we are all on together.  I guess that´s why they say, "it¨s the journey that matters, not the destination."

So lose yourself...
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                                                     LIVE FREE!